A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 342 Odin booked a room, do you guys really like host clubs?

The three agreed with Chen Motong's analysis and were shocked by how deeply Odin, the Dragon King, had infiltrated the hybrid race circle.

The fact that Caesar was born into the Gattuso family and that they even have connections with the Holy Palace Medical Association are just some of the things Chen Motong has discovered. What else is there that he hasn't discovered yet?

Over the years, how much power has Odin secretly developed in the mixed-race society?
This behavior is completely different from that of the Bronze and Fire King, Senior Tang, and the Earth and Mountain King, Xia Mi, whom they are familiar with. Senior Tang and Xia Mi are both rather independent and do not have any forces under their command.

Unlike Odin, the Dragon King, he has become a shadowy ruler in the world of hybrids.

Chu Zihang felt an even heavier burden on his shoulders: "It seems we need to find Ince faster and complete Mr. Fool's task ahead of schedule so that we can deal with Odin with all our might."

Fingel also agreed with Chu Zihang's point of view: "Unfortunately, I was in the hotel room setting up auxiliary rituals, trying to predict the specific location of Ince, and the souls that were being herded by the [wriggling hunger]."

"But they are all affected by mysticism and cannot make predictions. They may also be one of the souls that are herded by the [Crawling Hunger], possessing the ability to counter divination and prophecy."

“I’ll come help you tomorrow too. My abilities are quite suitable for searching and apprehending criminals.”

"Tomorrow?" Chu Zihang was slightly surprised: "Isn't Senior Brother Fingel going to investigate the Snake Clan with Lu Mingfei tomorrow?"

This was their plan for tomorrow, which they had decided on earlier in the elevator.

“It’s alright.” Fingel knew Lu Mingfei well enough: “I have my own way of handling it. Just wait for my news.”

Chen Motong and Su Qian exchanged a glance, and Su Qian nodded in tacit agreement: "I'll join too. With my luck, I might be able to discover some unexpected clues."

"Then it's settled! For tomorrow's operation, time to sleep!" Chen Motong cheerfully announced the end of the meeting, while holding onto Su Qian tightly: "Oh, by the way, let me say something unrelated."

"Chu Zihang, Susie used green apple shower gel tonight, it smells especially good!"

"Nono!"

"Whoosh~" Fingel whistled one last time in the Secret Technique: Telepathy before stopping the technique, lest he hear something he shouldn't. He didn't want his memories to be erased by the manipulator, or to be unlucky enough to step in dog poop tomorrow.

Chu Zihang's expression remained unchanged, but he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. Why did Chen Motong bring this up? Really, he shook his head, took out his phone, and called his father, who was far away in Binhai City.

"Hey, son! Missing Dad? Hahaha, I knew it! It's so late, you probably can't sleep. Luckily, Dad's smart; I bought twenty-seven bedtime stories in advance. I'll go first..."

"..." Chu Zihang couldn't hold back anymore. Lu Mingfei and Finger were usually quite talkative, but they were no match for Chu Tianjiao.

Chu Tianjiao's overly cheerful and lively remarks always managed to shake Chu Zihang's rationality. In order to stop Chu Tianjiao from continuing, Chu Zihang quickly interrupted: "I have discovered Odin."

"I'll tell you the first chapter, Odin? You mean Odin?" Chu Tianjiao also became serious: "Are you alright? No, where are you now? I'll come find you."

"The Peninsula Hotel, Tokyo." Chu Zihang's words were brief but clear, and his location was very specific.

Unfortunately, Chu Tianjiao wasn't quite like a normal person; he couldn't stay serious for more than three seconds: "What?! Son, you and Odin went to Tokyo to book a hotel room?!"

"Beep beep..."

"Hello? Son? Son! Why did you hang up? Bad signal? This shouldn't be happening with a Kassel-made satellite phone. Call again."

"The number you dialed is currently switched off..."

After finishing his pre-bedtime washing up, Chu Zihang placed his phone next to his pillow, went to turn off the light, lay back in bed, covered himself with the blanket, and went to sleep.

He simply couldn't have a proper conversation with his father, Chu Tianjiao. If Chu Tianjiao hadn't been worried that Chu Zihang would act rashly and insisted on making a father-son agreement with Chu Zihang to 'contact immediately upon discovering Odin,' Chu Zihang wouldn't have made that call.

When asked about his alleged affair with Odin at the hotel, Chu Zihang felt as if a row of black crows had emerged from the void, cawing incessantly around his head.

He was truly impressed by this father.

……

The next day, the morning light was like a translucent silver veil, soft and weak, unable to penetrate the heavy curtains. Caesar could not bear it, so he stepped onto the Albas cashmere carpet, drew back the curtains, and bathed in the gauze-like early autumn light.

The whole of Tokyo slowly awakens in this autumn dawn. The forests of the Imperial Palace Gardens are tinged with a light ink-like hue, the outline of Tokyo Tower is still hazy in the morning mist, and the Sumida River is like a plain ribbon spread out.

Such a beautiful view pleased Caesar, who loves luxury and the finest things, greatly. After a quick wash, he found the Italian moka pot that was specially provided in the room, ground coffee beans, and brewed a cup of Italian coffee that suited Caesar's taste.

Caesar opened the door first, then carried the coffee out of the room on a tray, where he saw Lu Mingfei yawning and his four companions.

"Good morning." Caesar appeared in his bathrobe. Although he lacked the usual glamorous attire, the open-fronted robe perfectly showcased the young nobleman's exaggerated pectoral muscles.

"Yawn~ I'm so sleepy." Lu Mingfei couldn't help but yawn again. Caesar was very curious: "Lu Mingfei, what did you do to that anime pillow last night? You're so sleepy? Want a cup of coffee?"

"No, no!" Lu Mingfei snapped to attention, his mind clearing instantly. He flailed his arms wildly. "Boss, I'm innocent! I didn't do anything! I was just woken up by Senior Brother Fingel!"

How could you say something like that? Lu Mingfei wailed inwardly. Why was he doing something to a pillow? His boss had misled him!

"Is that so?" Caesar remained noncommittal, holding the tray in his left hand and taking a sip of his glass with his right. "Gentlemen!"

With everyone present, Caesar decided to say something cheerful. The coffee landed on the ceramic tray with a crisp sound: "I've already booked the entire night at the most prestigious host club in Shinjuku."

"Once we finish our surveys for today, let's go have some fun! Look forward to it!"

No one was surprised, no one misunderstood. Everyone knew Caesar's character: he had no interest in men, but loved anything of the highest quality.

Caesar was bound to want to experience such a unique and top-notch place as a host club, and he wasn't worried that Chen Motong would be attracted to the host club.

Caesar was extremely confident that no matter how outstanding a gigolo was, he would inevitably pale in comparison to him and would have no chance of becoming his rival.

As for whether Susie will be attracted by the male escorts, that depends on Chu Zihang's performance. This will also be a showdown between him and Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang, who was about to leave, paused upon hearing this and said, "Okay, I'll toast you tonight. Thank you for your invitation."

"???" Caesar's left hand trembled, almost spilling his coffee. Wait, is this right? Is this still Chu Zihang?

First of all, Caesar was quite surprised that this cold-faced killer agreed to go to the host club. If it was because of Susie, then how do you explain Chu Zihang's "toasting him"?
Did Chu Zihang admit defeat to him? Why would he toast him for no reason?

Before Caesar could come up with a reasonable explanation, Chen Motong eagerly raised his hand: "Hey, hey, then I'll drink with you tonight, Caesar. Do you need me to wear men's clothing? That's very much like a male escort, isn't it? Caesar, you can choose the specific style of men's clothing."

Something's not right, something's really not right. Caesar's coffee in his left hand had spilled quite a bit onto the carpet.

When has Nono ever been so cooperative with him? Letting him choose his outfit for tonight? Although it's limited to men's clothing, is he still half asleep, having some kind of sweet dream?

Caesar suddenly had the illusion that he was going to die today, which is why everyone took special care of him and fulfilled all his dying wishes.

Chen Motong, who has been pursuing him for a long time without receiving a response, says that he can choose any outfit he wants to wear tonight; Chu Zihang, his long-time rival, says that he will toast him tonight.

The more Caesar thought about it, the stronger his premonition that he was about to die became: "What's going on with you all?"

"Do you guys particularly like host clubs?" Is that why everyone was so accommodating after he said he'd booked the whole place and treated everyone to a meal?
Is Tokyo's top-tier host club really that attractive? So attractive that Chu Zihang would offer him a toast?

Chu Zihang didn't know how to answer Caesar. Should he tell the truth?

We're planning to kill your father later and become your father's murderer, so we thought we'd offer you a toast as an apology beforehand.

Even Chu Zihang, in his Hunter Mode, couldn't bring himself to say those words.

Chen Motong's smile was also awkward. What could she say? Caesar had been quite considerate of her and Susie, yet everyone was preparing to kill Caesar's father. They couldn't bear not giving Caesar some benefit.

Fingel, with a nonchalant smile, leaned closer: "President, President, don't overthink it. We're just happy. Someone's offering to pay the bill, so we can eat and drink to our hearts' content without spending a penny. How can we not be happy?"

Caesar wasn't stupid. Fingel, oh right, and Lu Mingfei too, it was normal for these two to freeload and give him face, after all, in Caesar's eyes, these two had never had any bottom line.

But would Chen Motong and Chu Zihang lack this thing? It seems impossible, doesn't it?

Realizing that everyone's ideas were flawed, Caesar quickly began to ponder why Chen Motong and Chu Zihang had changed in this way.

Everything was fine on the way, but it changed after one night at the Peninsula Hotel, which means... Caesar carefully recalled every detail of his stay at the hotel.

Soon, thinking he had found the 'answer': "Hehe, Chu Zihang, and Fingel."

"You don't think the Old Church is some kind of den of dragons and tigers, that I'll never come back if I go to investigate, do you? That's why you're acting like you're going to send me to my death."

"Don't worry, Nuonuo, I'll definitely be back tonight. And Chu Zihang, Finger, you two just wait and see, toast me tonight!"

Caesar realized! He understood! It must be that his classmates thought he was going to investigate the Tokyo diocese today and was in great danger, so they showed that kind of care and concern for a dying person.

Hahaha! That's a gross underestimation of Caesar. It's just the Tokyo parish; he'll definitely return safely and invite them to a host club for some fun.

"?" The four members of the Old Church present were all puzzled. The Old Church and a den of wolves? Was there some mistake?
Isn't the church another home?
(End of this chapter)